Cecelia freezes for a precious second, heart in her throat. any second longer is practically murder, so she forces herself to move - then halt again. she's not strong enough to fish a grown body out of such a dense pit, she'd only be dooming them both!
she walks the perimeter, her gaze darting from the bulging sands to all around in search of...something. rope, a mechanism, a clue... were it her in there, she'd--]
Gads.
[well.
well!!! he took a talon-lashing without batting an eyelash! she has to hope he can endure a bit of heat. Diluc showed her how to manipulate the sands to make glass before, so...
facing a space away from his assumed form, Cecelia inhales, glowing hand over her heart. she exhales a narrow cone of white-hot flame that liquifies and then immediately crystallizes a portion of the sands. no sooner does she do that than, after catching a proper breath, she exhales again, but this time pure ice.
she can see the murky shape of a body struggling amidst the remaining grains, now that she has that glassy window. now, she just needs to break what fragile glass she's made to give all that sand fresh room to pour and give him some air...and she has nothing but herself.
gods, but this is ridiculous-! but she's not going to let a man die for her dignity, so--
so she just jumps in, breaking all that icy glass, bracing for the remaining sand to rush into the newly-opened space.]
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[oh no.
Cecelia freezes for a precious second, heart in her throat. any second longer is practically murder, so she forces herself to move - then halt again. she's not strong enough to fish a grown body out of such a dense pit, she'd only be dooming them both!
she walks the perimeter, her gaze darting from the bulging sands to all around in search of...something. rope, a mechanism, a clue... were it her in there, she'd--]
Gads.
[well.
well!!! he took a talon-lashing without batting an eyelash! she has to hope he can endure a bit of heat. Diluc showed her how to manipulate the sands to make glass before, so...
facing a space away from his assumed form, Cecelia inhales, glowing hand over her heart. she exhales a narrow cone of white-hot flame that liquifies and then immediately crystallizes a portion of the sands. no sooner does she do that than, after catching a proper breath, she exhales again, but this time pure ice.
she can see the murky shape of a body struggling amidst the remaining grains, now that she has that glassy window. now, she just needs to break what fragile glass she's made to give all that sand fresh room to pour and give him some air...and she has nothing but herself.
gods, but this is ridiculous-! but she's not going to let a man die for her dignity, so--
so she just jumps in, breaking all that icy glass, bracing for the remaining sand to rush into the newly-opened space.]